And He who made him, bent him to the right.
Young.
Rich Hope of boundless bliss!
Bliss, past man’s power to paint it; time’s to close!
This Hope is earth’s most estimable prize:
This is man’s portion while no more than man:
Hope, of all passions, most befriends us here;
Passions of prouder name befriend us less.
Joy has her tears, and transport has her death;
Hope, like a cordial, innocent, though strong,